Week 3, April 24th, 2044.
One certain Friday, things were about to take an interesting turn of events. The day began as normal. After the first three periods were over, I was at the lunchroom. I was once again heading to my usual meeting table for break.
But what I did not expect was to be intercepted by Sammy. And there was not a trace of mischievousness radiating from him, which I found odd. At least until I realized that it was replaced by fear.
"Sammy, what's going on?" I opened, placing down my tray before folding my arms. "Why have you been avoiding me most of the time? What have you done that made both you and Samantha virtually vanish from school last term?"
"Bill, you have to listen to me. Samantha is in deep trouble," he replied with uncharacteristic seriousness. It was so si
